biggle

Resident Since: 2011-05-05 (15 years, 2 months ago)

A nice and funny guy... to talk and have a good time with...

...and if you like to explore the gorgeous, funny, epic, artistic or in any other way interesting or spectacular places of this world, share it with me! If you show me yours, i'll show you mine. :-)

Usually not following public chat so IM me if you like.

Und das auch auf deutsch ;-)

Biggles song: https://youtu.be/9Jt9IoUm56k

This is a perennial favorite: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5rde4bRIZA

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... but never second hand

I met a princess where the shoreline breathes,
toes stirring the water, salt light on her ankles.
She bent the land with quiet spells,
pulled strangers gently into her imagining,
raised a lighthouse where night had been flat,
a chapel where silence learned to sing.
She named me priest, then uncle,
and the land believed her.

I kissed the moon once, snow bright as a held breath,
a squirrel holding the moment like a bead..
We claimed abandoned ground with laughter and patience,
nailed walls into nothing, called it home,
then wandered outward until the world felt larger
for knowing our footsteps.

Then a lonely frenchy crossed my path,
accented with laughter and a soft ache.
We drifted to a Caribbean dream,
days salted with music and bare feet.
She danced herself into tomorrow,
became a mother,
and once again I learned
how uncles are made from love, not blood.,

Mary Poppins arrived without warning,
umbrella logic and upside down grace.
From down under she rewrote gravity,
turned my life inside out,
walked beside me for a chapter
that still smells of clouds and shared music.

And then there were many others.
A Scottish laugh like weather.
A Nubian princess rising from the south.
A wise Aphrodite, giving shelter.
Neighbors near and far,
each one a star stitched into the virtual canopy.
Helpful, caring, sharp tongued, tender.
We danced between jokes and philosophy,
between swearing and wonder,
and wherever our paths crossed,
friendship bloomed first,
love close behind.

I walk on, avatar light flickering,
carrying chapels, moons, islands, and names.
A second life, yes,
but never secondhand.

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